Despite the damn thing being made of ice (that seemingly doesn't melt?), it's pretty pleasantly warm in this funhouse. Most of the people they come across are more interested in the mirrors, in taking photos of or selfies with the ice sculptures, completely ignoring the perpetual ringing of chimes. They're distant right now, but they've been getting on Wolfwood's nerves for the past twenty minutes.
So, naturally, he drags Vash off toward the source of the racket, yanking him so hard that the other nearly drops his cup of food-coloring-blue shaved ice on the floor. He hears Vash squawk in alarm and scramble to keep his hold on it, followed by a heyheyhey, be careful!
It leads them down winding corridors, and he wonders just how fucking big this thing is. It wasn't always here, one of those freaky things that just popped up because the Stars wanted it to, and he's sure that eventually it's just going to end up disappearing. But it's still kind of creepy how something this big can just... appear... out of thin air.
What's even creepier is the room the chimes lead them to: pitch black, but he can tell it's big. His brain is automatically trying to piece together where everything is with the little light they're given. The size of a ballroom, he only knows this due to having infiltrated this fancy rich person party out in Octovern this one time to take out the host. Crazy what the folks hoarding all the money could do with it.
The chimes go silent when they step in here, too. It's eerily silent.
"Electricity not work in here?" He grumbles, taking a step forward—only to shout in surprise and stumble back, falling right into Vash when a loud, but sweet note rings out through the ballroom when his foot meets the tile. White light shines from it now, but in just a few moments that, too, fades away.
"Ugh." Oh, they're on the floor now thanks to Wolfwood toppling them both over. He sits up slowly, looking over his shoulder, trying to make out Vash in the dark. "Sorry. You good?"
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